"You're running out of options, Lola."
Desmond has a calculating, frigid voice. Something darker than I've ever seen in him gleams in his eyes. As though this chat were merely a business deal, he is folding his hands and reclining in his leather chair. However, I am more knowledgeable. My heart is pounding and my hands are clammy because of something darker going on.
I try to control my breathing as I stand across from him, but the air feels heavy and suffocating. The walls are closing in on me.
My voice is hardly audible above a whisper when I continue, "I don't know what you think I can do for you." "I've already decided what to do. I refuse to turn on Yemi.
A sneer curls Desmond's lips. Yes, I believe you are. Because, Lola, you have no other option. You're already too invested in t
